Walking Love Song

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She peeked over the edge of the bed. "Are you still there?" she whispered. The monsters under the bed did not reply. "There is an elf on my shelf." Silence. "It watches me, and reports to Santa." A hoarse growl came under the bed: "Turn the light off." She smiled. "Thank you."

Look man it’s taken me almost 30 years to figure out a fraction of who I am and maybe that’s an indicator of how slowly I learn or maybe that’s just how long it takes for us to rid ourselves of the toxic sludge adults filled our cups with as children but I will fill my own damn cup from here on out

Don’t let anyone make you feel like time is running out. You’ve got so much time to learn and change and grow and wither and rebirth reparent and repair yourself from all the wounds you survived and learn how to thrive for the first time